MY GIPSY MIND
My gipsy mind likes to wander from time to
time,
Seeking new places and clime, contemplating
beautiful scenes,
By the side of a river, or a flowing stream!
It loves to climb high mountains as well,
Those citadels of ice and snow, -
Where the very Gods dwell!
It seeks new pastures and ambience,
While it lies trapped inside my cranium cell!
But the carriage of life, continues to move all
the while,
With passengers boarding and alighting, all
the time!
Faces change and new names are found;
In this life’s revolving merry-go-round!
Nothing does remain ever the same,
My gipsy mind is not to blame!
- Raj Nandy
- New Delhi
- 10 Nov 08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good morning Raj. I enjoyed this and sounds like we are birds of a feather. Good read! Loyd